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Novalee thought she’d seen me angry, but she had no fucking idea. Oh, but she was about to find out. I was going to drag her ass back here, smack her around for a bit, if I didn’t choke the life out of her first. Then maybe I’d fuck her ass raw, without any lube. Fuck preparing her. I wanted to hear her scream.

“There you are.” Marty – one of my father’s men – walked out of the open door on the left side of the hall. “The boss is waiting for you.”

Fuck.

I forgot about my father. Now Novalee was getting a little knife play too, because I’d have to deal with this shit first. That didn’t mean I couldn’t send someone on a fetching mission. There were benefits to being a Mancini.

“Fine.” I growled. “You, go to Quackwater and bring Novalee here.”

Marty’s brows knit. “Why is she at Quackwater?”

Was he kidding?

“Why the fuck does that matter?”

“It’s nothing.”

Why didn’t I believe him? “What’s nothing?”

“Oh, that’s where Ricky said he left Snake.” Marty waved his hand. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.”

First off, things were never a coincidence when it came to Novalee Ford. And secondly… “Who the fuck is Snake?”

“He’s that guy the boss does business with. The biker from that club… you know The uh… Lost Skins? No.” Marty looked up with knit brows. “The Long Moles?”

My face dropped. “The Lost Souls?”

“Yeah.” Marty exclaimed. “That’s it.”

Fantastic. This day just keeps getting better.

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I sucked in a breath. “Let me get this straight. What you’re telling me is thatmyfiancé…” I made sure to reiterate the my part of that. “was possibly alone at a lake with a biker, who’s in the same club her brother joined in prison?”

“Yes.”

Why the fuck was he smiling. This wasn’t a good thing. This was Kato Ford fucking with me. A fact that this idiot didn’t seem to comprehend. So I clarified it for him.

“The same brother that killed Atlas.”

Now he got it.

“Ooooh…”

He still didn’t move though.

“Why the fuck are you still standing here? Go and get her.”

He didn’t need to be told twice that time. Marty rushed off down the hall while I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head.

All of this before six o’clock. And I still had to deal with my father. This entire day could fuck right off.

NOVALEE

Stupidity and teenager went hand in hand. Just like the term ‘leap without looking’ was invented for the rash decisions they made. However, I was beginning to wonder if the last one was made up specifically for me. My decision skills of late hadn’t been the best. They were so bad that I wasn’t sure if stupid was strong enough to describe them.

Most teenagers faced consequences like detention or grounding. They didn’t end up engaged to an asshole, which oddly enough I wasn’t the first person this happened to. So manygirls wound up with an asshole because they were all muscly with a strong jawline and smelled good.

Maybe it was just girls that were stupid? Nine times out of ten, when they did find out the guy was an ass, the dick was so good they let it slide. I should start a support group. It would be like AA but for good dick, because that shit was addictive. I could call it GD anonymous.

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